by Lisa P. Sutton
I’m hiding in my car thinking about Demi Moore again.
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by Timothy Pilgrim
We’re making the bed
after the night of failure
not that it’s always like that. Continue reading
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by Susana H. Case
That day you accidentally locked us out
of our rental car on some road leaving
the Yucatan—Freud would have said it was
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by S. Holt
Aunt Fran had called with my mother’s death announcement. She was barely intelligible, blubbering into her phone, her tears probably clogging the buttons and ports. “She ran the car in the garage,” she sobbed. “Nothing they could do, just kept her on life support until last night.” She swallowed, collected herself. “They think your father really did take her in right away. Tried CPR. Which almost makes it harder to take.”
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